1 Lord, look on this, our panting earth!
Behold our dying grain:
Our land oppress'd with cruel dearth,
And groans for want of rain.
2 Our land is like the barren sands,
Beneath the burning sky!
And all her products with'ring stands,
And ev'ry plant must die.
3 All living creatures feel distress'd,
And all their comfort fails;
The whole of nature is oppress'd,
Because thy wrath prevails.
4 Thy judgments Lord! are very just,
If thou shouldst never grant
A single rain to lay the dust,
That could revive a plant.
5 Our minds are fill'd with dread and fear,
And conscious of our guilt;
The curses we deserve to bear,
They will, and must be felt.
6 O, we should feel a heavy hand!
A thing we never knew;
Should drought continue in our land,
Till famine would ensue.
7 With us it soon may be the case
As elsewhere it hath been;
Our wretched land in ev'ry place
Is fill'd and stain'd with sin.
8 Have mercy Lord, we humbly pray!
Send us a gracious rain.
O turn thy fearful threats away!
Revive our hopes again.
Source: Church Hymn Book: consisting of newly composed hymns with the addition of hymns and psalms, from other authors, carefully adapted for the use of public worship, and many other occasions (1st ed.) #CCCXL
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